As for Mike’s observations on John’s desires to get laid, it was the pot calling the kettle black. He must never refuse her anything which was within his power to grant—anything (he modified) which did not lead to his motives. "Back!" he cried fiercely. But the love of life prevailed over his fears. Every so often a wall of water, thin and jadecoloured, would rise up over the port bow, hesitate, and fall smacking amidships. She too at once developed an anxious interest in the street outside.
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